The Not So Little Mermaid
By:
The-X-Love-x-of-x-Your-X-Life
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sailor Moon
Note:
This story is the first story for a set of twisted fairytales.
First one also about just Haruka and Michiru.
Holy shit! A spider just ran across my screen! WTF!
Summary:
Princess Michiru is the heir to the Mermaian throne, while Haruka is the American ambassador's daughter.
Confusing Haruka as a male human, the mermaid falls in love and goes through multiple obstacles
just to get what she needs to capture Haruka's heart... a pair of track star legs?
Chapter 1:
"I hate this country father! I hate it almost more than America!"
"Now Haruka—."
"My name is Amara!"
"Don't forget that your mother was Japanese!"
"I never knew her, so why should I care?"
"Stupid fool!"
18 year old Haruka gave her father a glare that could kill if looks could. The muscular girl had strong thick legs that suggested a career in track. The old man returned the girl's look with equal if not more hate in it. It was true that the American ambassador, Arnold, never wanted a girl but ended up with two anyway. His wife, Michiko Tenjou, died before she could give birth to anymore children and he never married again. So his last child was his only hope.
'Yet,' thought the old man, 'she embarrasses my name by fighting for women's rights and saying she is going to be a track star. When will she marry?'
Haruka looked at her dad and told herself she looked way more like him than her deceased mother. She had short golden hair that was as bright as the sun and pale blue eyes that shone with determination. Her mom, on the other hand, was very short, had long greasy black hair, dull brown eyes, and was very fat. It was no wonder she died of heart failure. Haruka groaned and ran a thin finger over the neck of a shotgun. Her father looked at her disgusted.
"When will you marry," he asked, "and give up this dangerous fascination with guns, track, and other manly pastimes?"
"Who says a girl can't run track, go hunting but must get married, clean the house, and be extraordinary in bed?"
"Because the woman is the one who reproduces!"
"What does that have to do with track," Haruka inquired and picked up the shotgun in a rage and pointed it to her dad. The old ambassador paled visibly but did not back down.
"You need to get married! You are ruining my name here! The Japanese laugh at me!"
"You always have Raphael," the blonde said pouting showing a rare act of beauty.
Raphael Williams was Haruka's father's personal assistant. He was a very attractive American man who had long silver hair with narrow almost grey eyes. He had almost caught Haruka's fancy once. Almost and once being the keywords. The man was such a player it was sick. Arnold had brought his assistant with him to Japan in hopes that the man would sway his daughter into marrying him.
"Oh for the love of god! If you have ever loved me as your father get married!"
"Now papa, you know I don't believe in god."
"Don't you act like that Haruka."
"Act like what daddy," the girl questioned batting her eyelashes and bowing low mocking all the women she had ever met. The old man muttered a curse when Haruka straightened and swiftly left the room without his permission. He did not know when or whom his daughter was going to marry, he just hoped it would be soon. That's when he got an idea.
…
She swam faster than the speed of lighting down into the moss-covered rocks. Her dark black hair floated in the water and she tossed her sister a sea-shell.
"Hotaru!"
The young mermaid stopped and turned to her oldest sister who had caught the sea-shell.
"Yes Michiru dear," the youngest daughter of King Kaiou asked. The little mermaid flinched when her sister gave her a dirty look. The heir to the Mermaian throne had long marine blue hair and dark sparkling blue eyes. Michiru Kaiou was a long and slender mermaid who was the best instrumentalist in the whole sea of Japan. She was a very serious girl who was like the mother to all of King Kaiou's childern.
"Father wants everyone in his great hall soon."
"Well that's soon not right now," Hotaru whined.
"Come on," Michiru commanded in a stern voice and Hotaru, complaining, followed.
A few minutes later the two sisters where floating above a large assembly of Mermaians, fish, and other sea creatures along with their other five sisters. Suddenly the mass of people below them started screaming happily, their king had appeared.
Once the crowd had been silenced the second youngest, a vain mermaid named Chara cried out:
"King Kaiou, why are we here—I was in the middle of a prep up."
The king raised his spear and immediately the room was quiet. The golden rod glowed brightly as the king pointed it at his daughter raging.
"How dare you—you should only speak when you are spoken to, insolent girl," the king roared.
Up on the surface the waves began to move faster and the sky darkened.
"Hotaru," the king said turning to his youngest child.
"Yes King Kaiou," the young mermaid asked flinching under the male's piercing glare.
"All of your older sisters are happily married (Michiru inwardly laughed at her father's statement) and most of them have children of their own...everyone of them except for you."
"I am aware of that King Kaiou," Hotaru squeaked getting paler by the second.
Michiru placed a comforting hand on her sister's back.
"Well I have decided you are of age to get married," the father proclaimed.
Hotaru looked at her father and suddenly red drops fell from her eyes. Everyone close knew she was crying—all the fish could smell the bloody tears. The king narrowed his eyes and pointed his heirloom threateningly.
"She is happy to hear so King Kaiou," Michiru cut in before the male monarch could strike his daughter to death.
The king turned his attention to his oldest mermaid child.
"I would rather hear that from her lips Michiru but I will let it pass. As for you Michiru, when will you and Hojo make a heir to your soon to be throne? I am very disappointed to hear that you have not yet birth any sea babies."
Michiru smiled coldly at her father and bowed in apology and said:
"We are working profusely on it your majesty."
The oldest mermaid of the Kaiou family then looked away from her father and her smiled broke.
'What a load of crap,' she thought with narrowed eyes. Then from the crowd she spotted her smiling husband Hojo. He waved shyly up at her and whispered in the ear of the merman next to him. Michiru smiled back feeling slightly better.
She was the only one who knew that Hojo was a gay merman. King Kaiou had forbidden same sex relationships after an incident 100 years ago. She and the homosexual merman where best friends and when she found out she was getting married to him she was relived. He didn't want to have sex with her, he didn't want anything, he just wanted her approval and love like a little schoolboy.
"Well that concludes today's meeting, you are all dismissed."
With a wave of his hand the king sent the crowd away.
As Michiru literally helped Hotaru out of the great hall Chara swam past them hissing:
"No wonder she's so devastated, any human lover would be."
Michiru turned sharply to Hotaru.
"What?"
Hotaru looked at her hands ashamed.
"What the—Hotaru look at me this is serious!"
"I know sister."
Michiru pressed her lips tightly together and started to swim away.
"Michiru! Wait! Please don't tell father," she begged in a whisper.
"I wouldn't dare tell him. Everyone has secrets Hotaru and I can keep yours, just don't do anything rash."
And of course, like the young girl she was, Hotaru didn't listen.
"What the fuck where you thinking you stupid fucking prick?"
"Haruka don't talk to me like that," Arnold screamed pushing his daughter into his shelf of books.
"Fuck you you shit head! How fucking could you? Deciding to marry me off to the highest fucking small-dicked Japanese seller!"
Haruka did not bother to correct her father about her name. She was too mad to honestly care.
"I am not selling you to the highest bidder, I am just giving you a coming out party."
"Everyone who is going to be there is going to be filthy rich! You're fucking trying to prostitute me and I'm not going!"
"Haruka…"
"Fuck you you slime ball!"
"Haruka!"
"MY NAME IS AMARA!"
"You are going to that party!"
"You can't fucking make me you bastard!"
"I'll take away your horses."
Haruka was silence into stupor. She pressed her thin lips together angrily but said nothing. Her face turned slowly red. Her father continued on:
"And the carriage and the track supplies and the hunting dogs and the guns and the men's clothes."
The blonde cut her eyes and glared holes into her father. He smiled icily back at her. Then the young woman smiled just as coldly back.
"I'm still not wearing a dress."
Arnold picked up a book that fell on the ground and touched its spine lovingly—this one use to be Michiko's he thought. He decided that he had pushed his daughter enough.
"Fine, just make sure you are presentable."
"When is the party?"
"Tonight."
"Stupid ass public parties."
Haruka straightened her tan collar and readjusted the top hat on her head that threatened to fall. The stupid puffy skirt she wore made her uncomfortable. She looked at her father and he smiled suddenly sad.
The poor girl looked so much like her mother it was painstakingly heartbreaking. That was the only reason the ambassador gave his daughter what she wanted so often.
Haruka always got her mother confused with her dead nanny Mari. Mari was the Japanese woman who was fat and ugly and died of heart failure. Michiko, well she was the heart and soul of the ambassador.
Haruka had her mother's high cheekbones, thin lips, and Japanese nose. The young woman looked at him obviously bored and irritated. He had the sudden urge to smack her but held back. He didn't want to blacken his name here in Japan...yet.
Suddenly the blond haired girl side stepped away from the back door just as Raphael came sundering through. He seemed a little nervous though.
'She was lucky she avoided "disaster",' the old man thought even though he knew that Haruka hardly got hurt and smiled at his old friend.
Raphael was ¾'s Arnold's age but he was an albino which gave him the youthful old man look which attracted many naive girls. He was all British and was extremely cocky.
"These damn Japs I fucking swear, they are so like 'Oh no I can't do this here and now you need to marry me first. Where's the good n old slutty American woman when you need her?" The albino asked sarcastically in his accent as he quickly closed the door.
"In America," Haruka answered frowning at him, this is what made her hate him, "and why do you call them Japs? They are people too, stop being such a fucking dick."
"Aw Haruka how could you possibly know that? You have a penis under your skirt."
Arnold choked on his laughter, the two never ceased to bore him.
"Yeah I guess so, I make up for the penis you lack."
"Are you suggesting that I'm a tad bit small?"
Haruka scoffed, "More like microscopic."
When Raphael didn't reply back Arnold held up Haruka's hand.
"And the winner is..."
"A transvestite," Raphael said grinning.
"Fuck you," Haruka said laughing.
It where the moments like these that Arnold knew he was going to remember the next time Amara surprised him with a new favor or when she begged him for something outrageous.
Suddenly, as the albino man stood up, the air in the room changed.
"I want you all to meet someone," the man said his voice hardly above a whisper.
"Who? Your tenth sugar momma?"
Raphael frowned at Haruka and shook his head.
"No, my future fiancée."
Both father and daughter looked at the assistant with mouths ajar. Smiling sadly Raphael continued on:
"Now please don't say anything rude to her when she comes in because she is very fragile."
"When you date someone fragile I'll believe you," Haruka said sarcastically but was interested in this new girl.
Raphael ignored her and made his way to the door. Nodding to a smiling Arnold, he opened it and went outside. Soon he came back with an almost emaciated little girl in his arms.
She was shorter than Haruka's father and was whiter than the whitest sheet of paper, it was as if she never saw the sun in her life, her eyes where wide and they where kind of purple/black with red coloring instead of white (you know the kind of coloring your eyes get when you cry a lot.)
"It's nice to meet you all," the girl said extending her hand in front of no body.
Raphael turned her in the direction of Haruka and her father. He seemed worried. So did Haruka's father, Haruka herself, well she thought it was pretty ironic.
Then the blonde noticed something—the girl was only wearing Raphael's jacket. Instead of questioning the albino out loud she gave him a look but said to the girl whose lips where blue:
"Hello I'm Amara nice to meet you."
The girl smiled up at her but could not look her straight in the face, then again she was blind. When the girl spoke her voice was raspy.
"Ohayo, watashi no namae wa Hotaru desu."
Haruka couldn't help but smile.
"It's nice to meet you Hotaru."
The sea was cloaked in darkness. It was night and it was silent. Michiru rolled around in her empty bed made of pearls and clam shells that was covered with some type of material that fell from the sky and thought.
Suddenly a glowing fish slammed right into her room. She suppressed a scream and sighed with relief when her husband came swimming in the room after it.
The relief didn't last long.
"Hotaru, she – ran- to the- surface- witch- turned her- cough cough- she's- gone."
Hojo sank to the ground exhausted but Michiru didn't care. Instead of comforting him she grabbed him by the shoulders (she was entirely naked shells gone and all) and shook him.
"What? Why?"
"Chara- threatened- tell- king- so- she- ran- for- life."
"That spoiled bitch! Damnit I will go to the surface quickly, don't tell anyone that I've gone."
"No one knows Hotaru is gone except Chara and me. I saw the whole thing unravel behind a wall of seaweed."
"Stay right here Hojo. I will be back," with that the not so little mermaid shot up into the dark sea heading right for the dark unknown surface...
"Fuck you," Haruka- drunk- screamed and yanked her hands out of a fat short Japanese man's. She was dressed to kill to a black tuxedo with a blue frilly shirt under it and black polished shoes. She had on her trademark top hat which was currently threatening to tip over.
Earlier on in the party the Japanese man, Odo made suggestive passes at Haruka which pissed the young woman off.
"Baby I'm sorry but your womanly strength makes me horny," the drunken man said trying to grope the young woman. She smacked him across his chubby face deeply angered. Grabbing her top hat before it could fall off, she made her way across the empty beach raging. The little man bothered to follow her. He stumbled on the soft sandy ground reaching for her.
Haruka screamed angered and jumped into a small narrow boat in the water and started to wildly row into the sea. Soon the man's form was nothing but a black speck on the beach. It was then, in a sudden clam that four things happened:
First thing, thunder so loud suddenly shot from the sky struck near Haruka. Then with fright the girl stood up scared. Second thing, a giant fish (the blond could only guess what species it was), shot up through the water. Number three: the boat rocked wildly under Haruka's feet and suddenly the girl found herself in icy cold water.
And finally the fourth thing, the amazing athletic girl, realized she couldn't swim.
…
The human splashed around wildly and kicked and tried to grab the air. Realizing the human didn't know how to swim Michiru swam over cautiously and waited for the human to fall into an unconscious state. It didn't take long. The heavy fabric the man was wearing dragged him under the water with amazing speed but it was not just that.
Taking the unconscious human by the hand Michiru swam fast under the water with her weighty burden; the human had so much muscles it made him heavier! The waves crashed into lithe form and pushed her back a couple of yards.
'Is father angry,' the eldest daughter thought looking up at the darkened sky.
She wondered if her father found out, if he knew, if so, Michiru knew Hotaru would be in for it.
Finally reaching the dry dusty sand, the princess of the sea threw the air breather onto the ground. By some unknown force the mermaid was pressed into looking at the human's face. Its beauty stopped her in her tracks.
"I think I know how Hotaru feels now," the mermaid whispered.
The pale unconscious creature under her was muscular, bright (in appearance), and absolutely handsome. The princess felt fire creep up into her cheeks and she shook her head wildly.
"Oh," it spoke!
Michiru started from her daydreamed state of mind and tried to sink back into the ocean—with apparently, no luck. The human held tightly onto her wrists and gazed up at her equally mesmerized.
"You're cute," it said in a heavy voice.
"Nani," Michiru asked confused, what many languages these land creatures had!
"Anata wa kawaii desu," the creature answered and with amazing strength leaned forward and kissed the Mermaian princess on the lips.
…
'Wow tonight is full of surprises,' Haruka thought as she let the mysterious figure go. The person's skin was luminescent, their eyes dark sweet pits that anyone could drown in, their lips and nose perfectly shaped for each other, and their hair was long and… a radiant blue?
…
Right when the human let go of her wrist Michiru sank quickly back into the dark deep ocean feeling rather confused. The human touched her and saw her yet he wasn't repulsed…the mermaid was actually enjoying the land walker's soft thin lips against her rather fuller ones.
Before water filled the heiress's pointy ears, she heard the human cry out in a desperate voice:
"Iie! Ikimasen!"
Michiru almost turned back when she heard the human scream 'No! Don't go!' but she knew she had to think of a plan to find Hotaru before the king found out.
That's when the immature plan hit her, almost the same way it hit Hotaru:
The sea witch.
Turning so pale that it was even visible underwater, the princess tried to think of another solution. But coming up with no answer decided that this was the best solution to this particular scenario.
Swallowing her fear, the heiress of the Mermaian throne turned south and swam at the speed of light to the sea witch Beryl Perillia's evil lair.
FIN
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